Everybody Wants A Name - Big Mike

[Verse 1] 
My lil' partner be talkin about it's been approximately 
Five years and four months from the day 
That all these niggas done came up around his way, what can he say 
You can ask Shelley, and even she'll say (hey) 
These niggas be callin themselves big shots ever since he been away 
Even Dante got a little size upon his chest 
Maybe it's from the reinforced teflon vest 
But nevertheless, he takes it all in stride 
Talkin about (these niggas got theirs, it's only right that I gets mine) 
Nah, don't go near them niggas, son, you might get shot 
Believe me when I tell you: things ain't the same on the block 
They got glocks and shit done changed 
For a buck and some change 
They might blow out your muthafuckin brains 
These niggas ain't thinkin when they're tryin to get a piece 
The only peace you better get is of mind 
And stay your ass inside 
Wide eyes actin sheif and shitty 
For attention hoe-ass niggas'll have a mortician ready to fit me 
For a suit and casket, it's gettin drastic 
My nigga got hit in his shit, some say he was askin 
For trouble, true, and he found it with a .44 mag 
They took him out in his jag (yo man went out bad) 
Such a sad, sad song if you ask me 
Blood on his t-shirt and khakis, brain in the back seats 
(Goddamn) that's exactly what I said 
But now my nigga's dead behind that fast life that he led 
Shedded some tears, but they all got wiped away 
I love my nigga, I put his name on my license plate 
I live my life this way cause that way'll get a nigga stank 
No more smokin dank on suicide quests for bank 
I puts it down on tape and reap the benefits 
Like the smart niggas who grew up and quit that shit 
Life is precious, cherish it while you have it